Saturday, January 28, 2012

Something Broken, Something Bruised

1.
I'd given all I had to you,
not your fault you put me through
all the pain and the war
that none of us sought before.

All I'd asked was you to be
serious, honest with me...
but now I've known hearts to break,
and it was my pain to take.
I did what I had to do.


2.
I'd reached out far and caught your hand,
thought I'd found a second plan,
closed my eyes and there was you,
hoped and promised and loving too.

But our needs were far from met,
distance we could not forget,
so you slipped, so I fell,
and honestly you did tell...
For that much I meant to you.


Intermission
I'd chosen you and to flirt,
give no love and get no hurt
we both made plans and both fell through
and I got back all I gave to you:
nothing broken, nothing bruised.


3.
I'd given honesty alone to you,
nothing old and nothing new,
though I felt you want me back,
'til you took away those tracks.

You decided I was too kind,
you wanted mean, I wanted mind.
So you walked away from me
blaming what I wouldn't be,
but saying that it just was you.


4.
I'd given little I had to you,
I jumped though neither flew,
crashed and burned, crashed and burned,
all that pain you put me through.

Then you came and met my past,
and still my plans don't last,
you fell in love and not with me...
did my fate have to be:
chasing, never catching you?


Intermission
I'd chosen you and to flirt,
give no love and get no hurt
we both made plans and both fell through
and I got back all I gave to you:
nothing broken, nothing bruised.


5.
I'd given most I'd had to you,
but for all you put me through,
far too little I had to take...
so mistakes I chose to make.

All I'd asked you to be
your friends accepting of me,
but now I've known no price to pay,
and now it's all gone away,...
I did what I had to do.



6.
I'd made mistakes to be with you,
promises out the window flew,
hoping the difference to save my soul,
and, once again, I did feel whole.

All you'd asked I did provide,
until I let you too deep inside,
burning bridges until alone,
no garden here, no seeds grown;
I stopped and apart we grew.

Intermission
I'd chosen me and no one more,
shut the blinds and close the door,
hide my eyes until I see
just Her in front of me.

Secondo Fine
Now I wait and watch and wait,
knowing any moment I might break,
losing hold of sense and real
and touching only what I feel,
reaching for a world with you...

my spirit broken, my heart abused.
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This is the second revision, but not the last, of the ongoing poetic history of my romances.. Search swsb for updates.

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